And most of all?
I hated him for what he made me feel yesterday.
Because no matter how much my brain reminded me he was my enemy—the enemy—my body hadn’t forgotten the way his lips felt on my skin, or the strange, maddening warmth that bloomed inside me the moment he touched me.
But those things didn’t matter now.
They couldn’t.
Because Kross might be a god in the ring… but he wasn’t going to take this from me. Not my purpose. Not my dream.
And if he really was Lycan?
Then I’d just have to be smarter, faster, and more determined than anyone else.
Including him.
"What are you thinking so hard?"
Kyle’s voice pulled me back like a hook dragging me out of my spiraling thoughts. I blinked up at him. He was standing close—too close—with that usual calm smirk painted on his lips and an
